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[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Hey all you night owls!

Parker is in the kitchen serving up a bowl of Rocket Os in the most passive-aggressive way ever. Didn't think it was possible to passive-aggressively make a bowl of cereal? Here you go.

There's bits of cereal spilled onto the counter, doomed to lay wherever they fall because Parker doesn't even care that its wasteful or that they're just going to sit there the rest of the night along with the small drops of milk that happened to splash out of her bowl when she poured the milk and slammed the carton back onto the counter.

And no, she doesn't want your silly CHAIRS. She is just fine eating on the kitchen floor, THANKS.

Clearly, you must bother her. Thank her for all the banging of cabinets, the clanking of silverware, the milk that spilled onto your journals, and for eating the cereal as loudly as inhumanly possible.

You're all very welcome.]

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[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she picked up on that vibe. Still not entirely making eye-contact with him, she lifts her bowl up to where he can see that it is quite full of Rocket Os, thankyouverymuch. And a bit of milk teeters dangerously close to the edge of her bowl, but she's got this. Unlike the rest of the process, now that the cereal's in the bowl, it is sacred and she won't be wasting a drop.]

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[He pops some dry cereal in his mouth, leaning back against the counter to chew and watch.]

You know, there's a table and chair right over there...

[Hey, he can't help himself sometimes.]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Parker's putting up those walls faster than he can pop cereal in his mouth. She shrinks a bit before shrugging her shoulders. She doesn't want those silly CHAIRS. She is fine where she is.]

I see them.

[Munchin' a munch...]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[Damn. Tough crowd. He'll just get what's left of the milk and pour it into the cereal box since most of the cereal is already everywhere else. He'll grab a spoon too, then plop himself down beside her. Not too close, mind - he's aware he's pushing.]

Just checking.

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Her responses would likely be less snarky if--no, actually, this is the same level of snark she'd give even if she was in a good mood. Although it would be accompanied by a grin.

And then he sits beside her and she leans just sliiiightly away, but it's not noticeable. Her personal bubble is so close to being invaded, but thankfully he's a safe distance away.

He seems... harmless. And he's eating her favorite cereal, so he can't be too bad. She watches him eat for a full minute.]

Didn't think many other people considered cereal a midnight snack.

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This is breakfast. [He has the decency to answer when his mouth isn't full.]

Back home I did a lot of night-shift. Castle may have stuck me here but it didn't change my sleeping habits.

[The cereal is better than he thought it'd be. Drinking leftover milk from the box is going to be tricky. Hm.]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[She's rather impressed with the box-bowl thing, too. She just can't stop watching. Why had she never tried that before?

There is the tiniest movement from the corner of her lips at the night-shift comment.]

Hey, me too. What'd you do back home?

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[He figures since the kitchen is already a mess, him adding to it isn't going to make much difference.]

I was a paramedic. You?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[She was a paramedic once. And an FBI agent, and an airline stewardess, and a pop star...

What's a professional way to call yourself a thief?]

Oh, you know. Lots of stuff here and there. I'm just a night person, I guess.

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But not like a... vampire, right?

[Because in this place he's learned that stuff is possible.]

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[She'd been chewing a mouthful of cereal when he said that, and now she stops chewing to look at him with raised brows. And she's now heard the absolute last guess she would have ever imagined as to what she does for a living. In fact, it just made that list right this second.

She forces herself to finish what's in her mouth.]

Ha! No, but wouldn't that be awesome. In a B-movie sort of way.

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[Relieved, he'll keep on stuffing his face, then.]

Can't imagine it pays well.

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

It could. I mean, it'd have to depend on where you're getting your victims from. Obviously, sucking the blood of Billy Bob from the trailer park isn't gonna bring much in the way reward, aside from maybe quenching your thirst but even then there's no telling what's in his blood. But if you hit up the rich neighborhoods of L.A., you get that prim and proper blood and whatever's in their wallet.

[Not that she's ever thought about what life as a vampire would be like.]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[Dryly] Or you could just do the stealing without the killing.

Wouldn't the best job for a vampire be an assassin? Two birds, one stone.

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Stealing without killing is the way to go, man. The way. To. Go.

She nods at his words, tapping the spoon to her lips in thought.]

Actually... yeah. Well I mean, you kind of have to kill them after you bite them anyway, unless you want to sire a bunch of new vampires. Then you'd be creating your own competition.

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[He can't believe he's thinking about jobs that vampires could do.]

Prisons could hire them. Capital punishment. [Chewing thoughtfully]

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[Shaking her head.]

There's no way the law would ever hire vampires. Too risky. If they ever wanted to take over, they'd be too powerful. Then the vampires would run the justice system.

Plus, being eaten by a vampire as punishment for a crime is just mean. [Not that other death sentences are any less mean.]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

Vampires can't be that powerful, right? You can kill 'em with garlic.

[It's been a long time since he's watched a vampire movie]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

That's what they say, but I have a hard time believing that garlic of all things will kill a vampire. I'll believe the stake, holy water and sunlight bits, though.

[She glances at him a bit mischievously.]

We could always ask in the journal.

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

We could.

Kind of a weird question to ask everyone though... isn't it?

[He's paranoid a vampire will hunt him down in revenge or something/]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

As long as its anonymous we should be fine. Although I wonder how many vampires will willingly talk about their weaknesses.

[Yeah, she doesn't exactly need a vampire army after her, either.]

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

How do you ask anonymously? [New Paradisa resident is new.]

Maybe there's a vampire expert who could answer as well or something.

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

All you have to do is disguise your writing and not say anything to the journal. Then no one recognizes your writing, and no one hears your voice. That's how you stay anonymous.

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

Huh. Guess the book isn't as smart as I gave it credit for.

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

It's tricky, you just have to know how to be trickier.